School has ended for the year, and I'm being blunt here. Blunt as a dull knife, as the smooth edge of an axe. I'm being direct with you. Straightforward.
I profess, I'm seldom (never) bored, most of the time in a mad scramble for time, complaining that there aren't enough hours in a day. I don't even have the time to complain about not having enough time. Still, boredom seeps into the mind like coffee on filter paper, spreading it's inky swirls as it spreads.
It's sort of toxic, boredom. Something which makes you wander around the same spaces, tracing and retracing your steps. It's like an illness, numbing the mind, never able to be fully cured of. I've been afflicted, truly so, by boredom. I've got it in my brain, in my veins, as it's carried about my body in sluggish, thickened blood that's turned hot in this weather. And what, oh what, can I do with that amount of boredom, and that amount of free time in these months (though I'll later realise that I don't have as much time as originally thought out)?
Yes, I'm bored, but is it really such a bad thing? Perhaps it is, but perhaps it isn't. There's something about the state of being bored. The numbness where you don't think, you don't do, but just feel yourself ease into this world. Not as a person, but as a being belonging to the air, every molecule of it, every atom of oxygen. I feel myself integrate here, there, everywhere. Not being at peace, but a feeling (if it can be described as such) of dissolving and spreading all around. I feel at rest.
Afterwards, though, the mind clears. I pick up my sketchpad and begin to draw - draw for hours on end. The end product it seen through eyes heavy with strain, but I am satisfied.
Perhaps boredom isn't too bad after all.
Boredom is not an end-product, is comparatively rather an early stage in life and art. You’ve got to go by or past or through boredom, as through a filter, before the clear product emerges.
- F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, The Crack-Up -
Still, I seek to quell and quench that open feeling of boredom.Watching bread rise is not boring, I assure you. I succeeded, with this batch of XXXL, fluffy bread rolls studded with sesame seeds, and a sweet filling of dates + bananas. Date-haters out there, don't fret, it's but a subtle hint of sweetness amidst cinnamon + banana.
Make smaller (and more!) rolls if you wish, or another banana for a thicker filling. This recipe is worth making, I assure you, as well.
Banana Date Yogurt Rolls
makes 12 large rolls
2 1/2 c bread flour
2 c whole wheat flour
2 tbsp sesame seeds; optional
2 tbsp butter ; softened
1/2 tsp salt
1 1/2 tsp active dry yeast
1/4 c honey
1/2 c greek yogurt
200 ml (scant 1 c) water
4 dates, pittede
1 tsp cinnamon
1. Rub butter into the flours until a crumb-like texture is acquired.
2. Stir in salt, yeast and seeds. Add honey, yogurt and water and knead till an elastic dough is formed.
3. Cover with greased cling wrap and leave to rise for an hour, or until the dough doubles in size.
4. Remove from the bowl and knead once more.
5. Mash the banana, dates and cinnamon together to make the filling.
6. Roll your dough out into a rough rectangle measuring approximately 30 x 20 cm before spreading the filling on, leaving a 1-inch border.
7. Roll up and slice, either using a sharp dough scraper or dental floss.
8. Place on a lined baking sheet with an inch between each roll and leave them in the oven for 45 mins.
9. Set the oven to 190 c and bake for half an hour.
10. Leave to cool and serve. Enjoy.
- to be continued -